Floatzel set the Miltank gently down onto his chins, directly in front of him. He loosened his tails which gripped tightly around the flab and cruise framework of the Cow Pokemon, the combined mass of which now directly weighing down on the river otter's colossal belly, forming a slight depression and pushing the top of his belly flab outwards a little.
"Occupants of the S.S. Moomil, this is the S.S. Inflatable, or more specifically, Floaty himself, speaking." Floatzel spoke through the headset, hoping that the communication systems on board them both were integrated somehow. "I apologise for the rude interruption, but please do not panic. I am just going to escort her back to port, for there is a storm coming. A really big one."
"A-are you kidding, Floatzel? Despite the skies being dark in the night, I barely see any clouds within the vicinity!" Miltank cried out in disbelief. "I don't really know if it's true either, to be honest. But this is no ordinary storm. Better to be safe than sorry!" Floatzel replied, as he brought his tails behind him, and began to spin them up to full speed, making a U-turn and now facing in the direction of Slateport.
"This is outrageous, S.S. Inflatable! We were not informed of this sudden change in plans. But for safety's sake we will do as we are told, and stay put on board the S.S. Moomil." an angry crew member on board her spoke, and the headset went silent.
"Damn it, Floatzel. Ugh, geez- Ah, I suppose I was gettin' a little tired of paddlin' with just my stubby feet and a sorry excuse of a tail, compared to yours, anyways." Miltank sighed, catching her breath. While she was quite cross with him for making her efforts to sail all the way out here naught, she was glad that she got to take a break and let someone else do the heavy lifting. "Hey, don't mention it. I'm sorry about what happened just now, though." Floatzel replied.
"Any case though, you'd better be sure about that damned storm you keep flabberin' about. Otherwise it'll not be just me, but the company after your head." Miltank commented. "Punishment never really crossed my mind, though...what could they possibly do to hurt me at this size anyways?" Floatzel pondered.
Floatzel realised he was paddling a little slower than before he picked up the S.S. Moomil, either it was due to the added weight from his baggage, or that he was quite worn out from going full speed to Slateport.
"Um, if you don't mind, we could just chat for a while as I bring us back to port. You're a little heavy, even for my standards, and I'm still not used to moving with an extra mass doing on my belly."
"Heh, you're one to talk. Shoot."
"So, how does it feel to be the second cruise li- I mean, Pokemon, within the company?"
"Oh, it's surprisingly fufilling! Of course, I'm talking about the tonnes upon tonnes of gastronomic delights I get to devour clean every day." Miltank licked her lips. "Of course, just like on the farm, humans are just trying to fatten me up, but at least it's part of my job description to be big and fat now."
"Ahahaha, likewise, for me too. The stuff they serve up is simply amazing. How did you manage to land this job anyway?"
"Oh, I was just shortlisted as one of the suitable candidates? They have a pretty strict criteria, you know. All thanks to you."
"I-is that so..." Floatzel mused.
"Actually, it's a long story. About two weeks back..."
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